DesirableTravel

Strange. You didn't remember much from the last livestream except for redeeming the codes but was there a event concerning a festival? Not Latern Rite. Nothing in Mondstadt, Inazuna, Fontaine, Sumeru, Natlan or Nod-Krai had been mentioned yet.

"Tomorrow I'll check it out. Maybe. For now, I should just sleep." You yawn and stretch your arms above your head only to freeze when Paimon spoke again. "I heard they have some really good rewards prepared! Even primogems!"

The hell? No one in Genshin addressed the existence of primogems. "How the fuck does she know about that?" Was it some new Meta line added? Torn between curiosity and exhaustion, you move the mouse to exit the game. "I'm probably just imagining it. I should get more sleep. Probably be a bit more responsible and play the damn game earlier in the day instead of waiting till the last minute."

The self scolding was just a little distraction to keep you awake but when trying to click on the exit button, nothing happened. Instead you got a pop up on the grey UI message. "Exitting is disabled until festival cutscene begins? The fuck? Is it seriously going to make me see the opening cutscene before I can go? Wow, thats some bullshit. I hope it's not a permanent feature."

More annoyed then anything else you finally open the event icon and scroll through the list for the new event. It's near the bottom with only the traveler and paimon holding out their hands to the screen.

"This is it? For such a important event, this is some shitty decorating." Grumbling you click the 'find on map' option and it brings you to your teapot. It's been a while since you've gone in there. Lately it's just been to collect the coins for the BP.

"This event feels so strange. If it's a festival then why is it starting in my teapot? Who is preparing it? The bird?" The questions come out in sleepy confusion but your brain can't process how strange it all is due to your sleep deprivation.

Teleporting you wince at the white loading screen before blinking dumbly at the sight before you. "The hell is this?" It's just the characters. That's it.

You can see the decorations you've put up in the area around the traveler but the strangest thing is all the playable characters just standing facing Lumine. That's including characters you haven't even obtained.

There's no cutscene, dialogue or loading screen that would tell you something is going wrong. "What is this? A new creepypasta? I thought the Ayato one was bad enough. Or even the Kaveh deleting shit was better then this." You take a screenshot using the keys while laughing more so to fill the silence. "This is so damn stupid. I'm totally reporting this bug, maybe I'll get some good primogems for it."

"Traveler, I think it's time to open the gate. Everything is prepared!" Paimon finally says. But nothing happens. No one is moving or speaking.

That creeped out feeling you had been trying to deny all this time has finally come back ten times stronger. "Okay fuck this." You muttered and reached for the computers manual button to shut down before almost falling off your chair as your vision swam.

Your head hits the keyboard and your fingers clutch the desk to not risk falling as your eyes grow heavy without warning. You feel cold and sleepy. "W-Wha?" You managed to slur out before your eyes were forced closed from your heavy eyelids.

"-do you think-" "better if-" "-one! Just a bit-"

There's a lot of talking around you. Your head is throbbing and you groan at the pain. Instantly the voices stop and you're able to relax a bit. Everything feels both too much yet too far away. The clothes you're wearing press against your skin with a softer bigger item keeping you warm. Your bed? A bed? Something, whatever you're laying on is too soft to be yours.

Before you can open your eyes, a bare hand pressed gently over your eyes. "You can keep resting your grace. You need it after crossing the gate." The male's voice, who's voice? But you're still too exhausted to think past the allowance to rest.

It'a time to wake up, your body is starting to wake you up. Resisting a groan, you stubbornly keep your eyes shut. Youve got work, school and some other errands you're forgetting. But if your alarm didnt go off then it means you still had time.

Especially since the blanket felt extra good today. It was soft and fluffy, warm enough to keep you from feeling the cold morning air but light enough to keep you from sweating. You roll a bit too much to the left and stiffen preparing to feel the empty air of the ledge of the bed but find more mattress instead.

Snapping your eyes open, you sat up without thinking, nearly hitting the silk translucent fabric that was acting as a curtain around the bed. The bed specifically because it sure as hell wasn't your bed.

Looking around wildly, you try to get your brain into working order to know where the fuck you are. The whole room is unfamiliar but it also feels... nostalgic? Like you've seen it before. There's nothing personal in it, the painting on the wall more like a hotel's decoration then personal preference.

This kidnapper was treating you very nicely. There was no chains, cuffs, duct tape, rope or even a blindfold. Either the kidnapper was a idiot, this was a cult you've gotten kidnapper into or some sick game where you are supposed to escape a seemingly innocent house.

Now you just hoped it was a simple kidnapping. Then again, you weren't someone that needed to be kidnapped. No rich family, dark secrets or powerful positions to your name.

Deciding to not be every horror, suspence or thriller main character, you kept your mouth hut and creeper off the bed. A wave of relief passed through you at seeing your pajamas still on. No one changed you, a part of you would have shriveled up and died if you had to bear the knowledge that someone undressed you and redressed you.

The wood never creaked under your feet as you got to the wooden door. After a moment of hesitation you decide to push it open slowly. Staying inside the room attempting to get the jump on ayoe who might enter wouldn't work if there were hidden cameras watching you. And since you weren't restrained in the slightest, a camera was a pretty good bet.

You peered out to see a hallway to the left and a corner to another hallway on your right. Slowly stepping out, you watch the left while closing the door behind you. You stop short of the door fully closing to avoid the click before looking to your right as footsteps were heard from that direction.

Shit. You can't go back into that bedroom, you'll be cornered. They could have anything. A gun, knife, taser, even a well aimed pepper spray could get you down.

Cursing inwardly you dart down the hallway to the left and slow just a bit to turn the corner. Instinctively you glance to the right again to see if the person you heard earlier was chasing.

"Oof!" But instead you ran right into someone else. It took you off balance and you fell onto your ass before scrambling up to your feet only to stop short at seeing the figure you ran into.

"What the fuck?" The man before you looked young and way too much like Venti to be comfortable. You've seen a lot of Venti cosplayers but this one took the cake.

"Your grace, are you okay?" The voice was just as similar too. Frozen in a mix of shock in confusion, you don't pull away in time before Venti(?) grabbed your hand carefully. "I understand if staying cooped up in that room was uncomfortable but I'm sure Noelle would be happy to show you to the dining room to have your breakfast at instead. We just didn't want you to be overwhelmed since you've just arrived."

His teal eyes, how did this guy even replicate such a striking eye color, stared at you with worry. It raked over every inch of your face like searching for the slightest hint of a change in emotion. Feeling unervingly exposed, you snatched your hand back.

Noelle? Is this guy seriously committing to this Venti bit? Did they expect you to play along? Was this some kind of Genshin cult where you were kidnapped to dress up as one of the characters for the rest of your life?!

No way. This had to be some sick joke. "Why are you dressed up as Venti? Is this some kind of prank? Did someone I know put you up to this or volunteer me? I'm not doing shit if I'm not getting paid." The words tumbled out without restraint and Venti(?) just smiled softly.

"I know this may seem surprising your grace but this is your home. I'm not one of those cosplayers you've mentioned in the past. You are in Tevyet where you belong as the rightful Creator." His voice got calmer and more sincere with every word while your face twisted in shock and disbelief.

Creator? Cosplayers?? What did he mean by in the past??? In Teyvat????

You took a step back as your voice failed you. All you could do was shake your head at the insane man. "Wrong. No way." You forced out as you backed up enough to be in the other hallway again. The lunatic didn't move closer as he dropped to one knee before you. "I could never lie to you. A sin against you would never be tolerated."

Before you could bolt down the hallway, a figure in the right corner of your eye caught your attention. Short grey hair, a few rose decorations and the clink of armor you were too distracted to hear were finally registered.

"Your grace, I've brought you breakfast. I'm honored to serve you today. Would you like to eat in the room you slept in or the dining hall? Anywhere else you'd like is also okay. As your creations, it's a joy to obey you." Noelle voice was as sweet as you remembered, the only difference was in how the devotion could be clearly heard as she watched you while holding a large tray in her arms.

Biting your lip, you stared at her while trying to grapple with everything you're being presented with. "I'm just going to go back to bed." You finally said and promptly walked past Noelle back to the bedroom, ignoring the words they tried to say. The bedroom suddenly looked beautiful to you as you crawled back under the covers and willed yourself to sleep.

Or at least pretend to sleep until you could make sense of everything you've just witnessed.

To make this clear, this SAGAU is not imposter and will be more lighthearted. Focused more on you interacting with the characters and enjoying being a God.

Made this in 1 hour because I desperately wanted to write SAGAU without writing part 26 of my oracle au lol. I'm hoping a change in SAGAU will make me feel more confident in writing.

He didn't know how much time passed when he finally woke up. He was laying faced down on soft green grass. Lifting his head up the puppet gazed at the tall stone doors that glowed blue.

Sitting up he rested against the looming doors and thought to himself.

Was this his new home? Should he get rid of these abnormal emotions in hope of his creator his mother taking him back?

At the sound of a weird sound he looked up and observed the birds flying through the sky.

New feelings bloomed in him, curiosity and hope. Maybe he should gain a heart and become a human instead.

He crawled toward the pool of water and examined his reflection. White and lilac clothing covered unblemished skin. Short indigo hair framed his blank childish face.

His eyes made him want to cry.

Amethyst eyes stared back at him and he lost himself in thoughts of what ifs. What if he had not cried? What if he did not have these feelings welling up inside him? Would there have been a chance at a home or was it doomed from the beginning to never work out? An exception of eternity is what he was called. Something neither puppet nor human.

Wondering around he eventually found a group of people who took him in. There he found a sense of belonging among them. Even though he did not eat, breathe, sleep or have a heart that beat, he felt at home. Spending his days among them, learning how the blades were made and growing accustomed to the world they called Teyvat.

The knowledge that he was created by the Electro Archon was not too surprising. The term 'mother' was what she was to him. It would make sense that the Archon of Eternity would be the most hostile to exceptions. But the knowledge of a greater God? A creator of all things? That felt outlandish to him.

The miniature statues they prayed at for guidance looked useless to him. The animals they sacrificed to it felt like a waste. But he did not protest when they brought him every morning, evening and night to worship with them. If it made them happy to see him closing his eyes in front of the statue then he would do it.

But inwardly? A little hatred started to take root. If this creator was the creation of all things then wouldn't they be the reason he has emotions? At best they had seen his emotions and let him cry in front of his maker leading to his expulsion. But at worst they gave him these emotions even though it would make him a exception of eternity.

As the days wore on his dissatisfaction with worshipping the Creator grew. These people work so hard and teach him. Yet they suffer from the toils of their work and the struggle of the degrading island. How could the creator not see this and do anything to help?

Yet before he could ever utter the sacrilegious words to his dearest friend Niwa, everything ended. He lost it all in one fell swoop. Abandoned for the second time but this time, by someone who had stayed close to his side. Only left with the heart saturated in betrayal and hurt, the young puppet could not bear to hold onto it.

Was this all part of the Creator's grand plan too? To teach him a lesson in what trust could mean? That friendships are bound to end in abandonment? That exceptions of eternity are not allowed in this land?

He refused to let that be the end. He couldn't. He wanted a heart to beat with him. To make him human just like all the rest.

And that's when he stumbled upon that house. Abandoned, broken and forgotten. He slept in there and awoke to the sound of a child laughing. It sounded so much like him that he could not resist seeing who was there.

The boy was just like him. Alone, abandoned, and different. The small child would kneel and vomit blood at times and couldn't go far in his sickly state yet he smiled so brightly. His laughter full of joy that mesmerized him.

If he could be happy even with all that is wrong in this world, then he could be too. That child had his own heart that beat, so the puppet decided that this child would be his heart in turn.

But even that was fleeting. The third betrayal hit the hardest. His heart had stopped before the season could even end. If even someone as pure as that boy would abandon him like this then was there any hope for a heart? Was there even a reason to be a human if he could not be a puppet.

When the fires died down and the ashes scattered, there was only the stone statue of the Creator left. And whether his next decision was based of reasoning or desperation didn't matter to Kunikuzushi. The Creator was a cruel God but they were still present in his life. From the day he was created as a exception to now, the Creator has not abandoned him.

They did not aid him in finding a human heart to live among humanity. In fact they seemed to do the exact opposite in aiding in each betrayal. But this was his. They would be his heart. A stone cold item in his chest that would never beat but its weight would keep him to the ground so that he would never have delusions again on trusting humanity.

What better way to worship such a cruel Creator then by aiming to obtain the first thing he should have had? His original heart. That would be his ending. If exceptions were the enemy of Eternity then he would be the destroyer of Eternity to get back what was his.

The stone statue dug into his chest from where it was pressed there by his clothing. The boat swayed gently as Kunikuzushi waited for the foreign boat to leave Inazuma.

It did not hurt the way he would when pressing fingers to the heated metal. This pain felt like a release. A purpose he was to serve. A goal to reach one way or another. The only one still at his side.

I've had like half of this thing in my draft since before I even started sagau. I just decided to finish it since I was dying to post anything.

It's mostly on how Wanderer would even begin to worship the Creator at all. Someone like him during his villain Era would totally be a atheist but I've always thought this version of him would be more in character I guess? I think we each have out own views and this is mine.

Adrian doesn't get sick. It’s not in his vocabulary, and certainly not in the standards his parents set for him. Adrian is not sick—or, at the very least, doesn't want to admit it.

Even when he's as pale as a sheet, sniffling and shivering in a hoodie three sizes too big.

“You're trembling,” Ryan points out from across the room.

“From excitement,” Adrian replies dismissively, till trying to fix a malfunctioning prototype stood on one of his laboratory counters. Ryan simply raises an eyebrow, toned arms crossing over his chest.

“You sneezed seven times in a row. You think that’s normal?”

“It's a normal bodily function; a respiratory system cleanse.”

“You're sick.”

“I'm bio-engineering.”

Ryan sighs at the stubborn blonde, shaking his head. He knows Adrian well enough by now. They've known each other for years now. The man is used to powering through things—illnesses, stress, and emotional neglect—Ryan knows he won't listen, and so he simply leaves the room.

The lab is quiet for a long while, filled with nothing but the sound of Adrian’s tinkering and his occasional sniffles. The blonde pauses, looking back to see the empty space where Ryan used to be.

His brows furrow, bringing up a trembling hand to adjust his glasses. ‘Did I make him angry?’ Adrian wonders, frowning at the thought. He was never one to openly express himself, not with his family constantly breathing down his neck.

But as much as he dislikes being vulnerable, he hates upsetting Ryan even more. His best friend—now boyfriend after years of pining—and the only person who doesn't see him just as a genius, but for who he truly is.

Ryan accepted him when nobody else did, flaws and all. So the thought of making the man upset made bile rise up to his throat.

But before his thoughts can spiral, a box of tissues covers his vision. Adrian looks up, wide-eyed and confused. ‘Tissues?’ His eyes seem to ask, and Ryan replies by pointing to his nose. The blonde's hand lifts up and-

Oh. Blood.

‘A nosebleed..?’ Adrian scratches his cheek, giving the raven-haired man a look.

“I can-”

“No.” Ryan calmly moves the tissue box closer to the blonde, eyeing him with a look that screams ‘just take the damn tissues.’ And so he closes his mouth, taking the tissues to wipe the blood.

They spend a moment in silence, with Adrian pinching his nose to stop the bleeding. Ryan speaks first, voice steady.

“You need rest.” He says plainly.

And before Adrian can protest, he's already moving, lifting the blonde off the ground like a glorified cat.

“I made soup.”

°°°

That is how Adrian found himself back in his room, surrounded by pillows and tucked into bed, while Ryan sets up one of the blonde's weird sci-fi movies.

“This is undignified,” Adrian mutters, holding a bowl of soup. “I feel like a burrito.”

Ryan's voice draws closer as the movie starts, the bed dipping beside him. “You are. Shut up and rest.”

By the end of the movie, an empty bowl sits on the nightstand, and Adrian's dozing off on Ryan's chest.

“...Sorry,” Adrian's voice breaks the silence. In his half-conscious state, the blonde lets himself be a bit more honest. “For being stubborn,” he clarifies, his eyes drooping but never once leaving Ryan's face.

“I don't like being a burden; not to you. I don't want to be weak,” he mutters, burying his face in Ryan's chest. “But sometimes, I feel like too much, even when I try to be less…”

The other male is silent, only pulling Adrian tighter. Finally, he says, “You don't have to shrink for me.”

“I like taking care of you,” He admits, quietly but sincerely. “Not because you're weak.” His voice is steady, calloused hands reaching up to pull the blonde's glasses off his face.

“I like it because it's something you trust me with.”

Adrian doesn't respond, but he relaxes into Ryan's arms. And maybe that was enough.

What starts as a sick day becomes something more meaningful. And when Adrian wakes up the next morning, his fever is broken, but Ryan isn’t there. He searches the room, eyes landing on a post-it note stuck to his nighstand.

It read: “Stay put, you're not recovered yet. I'll be back with tea.” Signed with a badly drawn dumbell.

Adrian smiles. Maybe being sick isn't so bad, after all.